The Day Of The Hottest Days

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

The heat bears down on me, as I feel my skin burning in the hot summer sun. Dust and dirt floats around the air and a thin layer of grime covers my entire body. Sweat drips around my goggles while adrenaline fills my body and my heart races. In the middle of nowhere in Virginia, I feel at home, I feel the turf under my cleats and the cool metal of the stick in my hands. As the timer ticks down, the buzzer rings, and the game begins. I look to my left and see my dad sitting on the sideline, ready to cheer as loud as possible. To my right I find my teammates, the most loyal group of friends I have, ecstatic about the potential of winning.

It is the state championship game and your team has rose up from the bottom of the ranks. Even though you are the underdog, your team has pushed through any obstacles that were thrown in your way. You are much smaller than the number one team in the state, but you still find a way to keep the game tied. You are the senior quarterback and it would mean everything if you won. The fans are all in the stands screaming and you smile as you take in your last experience under the Friday night lights. There are two minutes left in the second half and the ball gets snapped on the third down at the 20 yard line. You catch the ball and look around frantically. All of your receivers are covered and you decide you have to run, but before you can move, a 300 pound linebacker slams you to the ground. A flag is thrown, but it is too late, everything goes black, after a few seconds, you regain sight, but you are still in a daze. You slowly stand up, but fall over immediately. You have a few seconds to rest while the ref is checking on you, your head is pounding as you feel the concussion, but you want to keep playing. Your coach leaves it up to you, and you step back out onto the field. You are now at the 15 yard line and the ball is snapped. You make eye contact with your wide receiver and pass the ball, it sails through the air. As you watch it leave your hand, you see the same linebacker out of the corner of your eye. Everything goes black again, but this time you don’t wake up. This

I have to make a play, this isn't for just me. The ball is in my hands it's my throw to make, but the throw will depict the end score for my team. In the back of my head I think of this just like any other day, playing catch with my dad in the backyard. Him still being my coach yelling at my about the right footwork and the right angle of my release. I look up in to see the clock running, I snap the ball and everything explodes, the silence of the second before is gone. Pads hitting each other, my brothers on the line working as hard as they can to get me that extra second in the pocket. My wide receivers on the strong side are running there hardest, even though they know there not going to get the ball. The main wide receiver on the weak side runs his route. With the pocket collapsing I chuck the ball deep to my receiver. The throw felt unbelievable, like when you take a test and feel like you know every answer on it. The wide receiver catches the ball and walks into the endzone. My heart is racing like never before. The game is over and we won but I know that my dad will have something I need to improve upon. It is just in his nature to always see improvements even in the best

Patiently waiting, the little boy comes in rushing, full of energy, and I can see him changing into basketball shorts and putting socks on. Then a sudden whip-lash, he grabs me and he slips his feet inside super fast. He’s running now, I can feel myself being stepped on, and I am also stepping on dirty floor. He runs outside, and this is my first time stepping on concrete, I hope I don’t get creased or stepped on by other shoes. I am so nervous I can barely catch my breath. I can feel sweat and moist already surround my soles. We finally arrive at the park. I see my fellow basketball shoes all looking very sharp, but I believe nothing can compare to me I am the best, and I am here to make sure I protect my owners ankles and feet and to help him play better, and give him extra boost to hop and jump.

With my eyes glued to the ball. Just waiting for the center to snap it to the quarterback I made sure my cleats were dug in and ready to go. As the center moved the ball I charged forward shoving the center out of the way and slamming my shoulder into the quarterback and taking him down before he had a chance to blink. After the play, there was time to think to myself about the past week, the events that had transpired, the important decision I had made, and about that one sunny day at practice.

IT’s fourth and goal it is Super Bowl 49 they were on our own goal line the knees of the offensive line,and offensive line were shaking,as I feel the sweat running down my hands warming up .The ball is snapped I see their best receiver anquan boldin sprint to the middle of the end zone I sprint to him leaving an man wide open. Russell Wilson reaches back and fires I reach out and snatch it almost dropping it I fall to the ground rolling in excitement my team picking me up.As you can see I am talking about a sport hear and this particular sport is football the sport that fills the night air with emotions on Sunday,Monday,and Thursday dreams our bound to happen.People today that want to be in the spot they were in is out there everyday ,staying after practice knowing that it is almost impossible to make it,knowing that it is a brutal game deciding their career,and not being liked by everyone.

The anticipation as I stand in the concrete tunnel under the bleachers is my life’s biggest moment of uncertainty. Will the crowd stand on their feet in a standing ovation, or will the crowd deem me as mediocre? As I look to my left and right, my teammates’ faces assure me that their nervous excitement is identical to mine. When I hear the announcer on the loudspeaker and hear the students’ shouts, I know it is time to walk on the sharp green blades on the field under the shining Friday night lights.

Today is the first football game in my high school career. I am beyond excited so the school day goes by very fast. I then go into the locker room where I meet many of my teammates who are very excited. They all are saying, “ What day is it?! Gameday!” Today we play the De La Salle Spartans who are a respected program in the football community. It is now time for warm ups and me being the punter of my team I go out early for warm ups. I then warm up my leg and after I do that, the team comes out and I join them for warm ups. Finally, it is game time, the moment I have been waiting for all summer. Our team wins the toss so as the starting tight end for my team I go out with the offense for our first drive. We end up going three and out so I have to

​The world spun as I got up off the ground, it felt like someone had hit me in the back of the head with a sledge hammer. I knew the play had moved down the field but I could not find it. The seconds seemed to take years to pass me by. I think I spun in a circle three or four times to find the huddle forming around the goal line for the field goal attempt. I half jogged, half stumbled my to the huddle barely keeping myself on my feet. I put my hand in the dirt, and watched the ball sail through the uprights. I miraculously made it back to the sideline, where the trainer could see that I was struggling just to stand. She made me sit on the bench and put me

One fall morning, when the sun has not come and there is still darkness, I arose from my slumber awaiting the big day I would have ahead. While I am getting ready for the game, by putting on my pads, I get ready to step out my house and get ready for an intense three hours. As I walk to the car, I can already sense the coaches hollering, and the parents just hoping that nothing would go wrong. Each road that we pass and the closer and closer that I get to the field the hollering and the screaming become louder, louder, louder, and louder. Until they stop, as I step on the field, I no longer hear the hollering and screaming. All I can hear are the coaches getting us ready for the game that would happen in fifteen

Some people don’t understand that football is not an easy game. Football is one of America’s favorite sports. A team winning can easily change a fan’s mood for the better. Our team works very hard to win and compete with other teams, but it takes a lot more work than just showing up on Friday night and playing. In order to get ready for a game a player will need to complete steps for the day before and the day of the game.

So at the moment I consider myself a tight end and linebacker, but in the depth chart I am 4th string tight end and 3rd string linebacker. So I don’t really get to see the field unless the other team is punting the ball because I get to go in on punt return. I get excited when I get to go in and play because the game has a lot of pressure and everyone’s job is important. Even if 10 guys on the field are doing their

This is during one of my football games during my senior year. In this picture, it shows me lined up across from of the center, which is about to snap the back to the quarterback. I am playing the position of the linebacker; I intended to react to what the quarterback would do, and try to stop the play. At this moment, I attempted to pick up the quarterback's line of vision and his pre-snap calls. I sought to gain an advantage before the play, to successfully execute. This picture displays my facial expression.

Third, there is no greater feeling than the rush you get when there is ten seconds left on the clock and your team has the ball on the 40-yard line in a field goal formation. The kick goes up soars high and far building anticipation. The ball goes in and you win the game jumping up and down and screaming loud. My friends and I are dancing and high-fiving in excitement. I associate myself as a team member that does not get paid. When I speak about my team I use phrases like “us” and “we” as if I’m a player on the team. While watching the games I experience feelings I do not feel on a day to day basis. I feel anticipation, let downs, and great achievement all in four hours.